The second disease teaches you to be a man [comprehensive]

All kinds of commercial signs stand on the streets of Tokyo, and the noise is like a scattered pool of water flowing slowly.

A young man in the uniform of the Ice Empress Academy raised his hand to caress the tear mole in the corner of his eye, and confidently tilted his head and said to the taciturn and tall follower behind him.

"Street tennis, I want to experience it. What kind of sport is it? Hey, Huadi"

"wushi!"

It was Keigo Atobe, the successor of the famous Atobe Foundation in Japan.

"Now just ask someone for directions, this group of people who are not gorgeous can only use these things."

The young man's silky gray-purple hair was parted in the middle, and the tail was slightly raised, revealing a full and smooth forehead, handsome facial features, and thin lips.

The burly young boy who carried the two tennis bags in one hand did not make a sound, but followed silently, silently expressing his support and absolute admiration.

Atobe Keigo looked around at the busy pedestrians on the street, the white-collar office workers who were yelling at the phone, the nympho women who gathered together and pointed in this direction, and laughed like idiots and yelled on the street Screaming little ghosts, and one or two trembling old men carrying vegetable baskets.

Putting the slender index finger and middle finger on the inner part of the eyes, he finally locked on one of the ordinary teenagers who looked like a junior high school student, and walked towards him slowly.

Among so many people, this is the one who barely catches the eye.

The junior high school student who hadn't taken off his school uniform was leaning halfway beside a stone pillar in a chic posture, and the yellow sphere that Atobe was very familiar with was spinning automatically on his fingertips.

The boy with black soft hair seemed to be waiting for someone, obviously didn't notice the arrival of another halo body, and was still looking left and right.

"Hey kid, are there any street tennis courts around here?"

Keigo Atobe, who is very arrogant by nature, as a young master of a rich family, would not be so polite and polite to an unknown junior on the street.

Without even a polite greeting, he just threw his own question on the back of the boy's head.

"Oh?"

The young man who was immersed in his own world turned his head slightly at this moment, but he didn't turn his whole face away, he just glanced at Atobe Keigo from his corner of the eye.

Only then did Keigo Atobe realize that the boy's voice was very pleasant.

Even the black cat's eyes that looked sideways were astonishingly bright, and the upward arc was extremely arrogant, like some kind of arrogant feline, with fearful arrogance and disdain for strangers.

Without waiting for the boy to answer, Atobe proudly and narcissisticly smoothed the hair from his temples, and said to himself.

"My uncle needs to prove that the street tennis teams are all underdogs. Judging by your familiarity with tennis, you should have been exposed to tennis. So, don't tell me that you don't know about the street courts nearby. How do you get there, or are you one of those underdogs who frequent?"

Guangzhou quietly rolled his eyes, who is this self-talking human being?

He silently looked at the magic levitation self-rotation timer in his hand, silently counting accurately in his heart.

It has already rotated 1358 times, and after 62 more times, the kidnapper he was waiting for will come.

So, what is this guy talking about here?His plan will soon be carried out.

Ah, it's better to drive them away first, so as not to reveal your identity this time, it's better to pretend to be ordinary.

then,

The boy recalled the idiotic smile on the face of the healthy and sunny boy he usually saw, tried his best to pull out a similar nondescript smile, scratched his head, and said gently.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, I just came to this world, maybe the group of humans next to me can tell you the answer."

Atobe flicked the corner of his eyes, and the mole froze: "..."

Wait, what did he just hear? ? ?

What is this little ghost talking about with a mouthful of the world and a mouthful of human beings?

"Go, human. Something big is about to happen here, and this is not something you ordinary people can afford."

It was rare for the black-haired boy to speak kindly to strangers who were attracted by his inadvertently released strong aura to strike up a conversation. He was almost moved by his amiable and approachable tone.

"..." Atobe almost laughed out of anger.

He found that the black-haired kid gave him a disdainful look with eyes that were completely different from his kind tone, as if he was urging "you stupid humans, get out of here."

I don't care about those trashy street tennis games for the time being. This little brat who dares to treat me so presumptuously is supposed to be a tennis player. If you don't teach him a lesson, he really doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth.

"coming."

The black-haired boy seemed to feel something suddenly, and his fingers stretched forward to point to a certain place.

Atobe looked in the direction of his finger in surprise.

Of course, what he looked at was not where the boy was pointing, but his fingers.

It was only then that Atobe realized that the spinning tennis ball in Guang Zhou's hand was not really on the boy's fingertips and was driven by him to spin.

Instead, it was suspended a few millimeters away from the fingertips like some magical attraction. Even though his arms were already parallel to the ground, the tennis ball that should have followed the gravity did not fall, but remained miraculously under his fingertips. The pointed front rotates.

Atobe raised his eyebrows speechlessly, he felt that his world view was a bit bad.

"This is……"

Unfortunately, he didn't get the answer he wanted.

Contrary to the direction of his finger, the black-haired boy suddenly bounced in the opposite direction like a cheetah that found a delicious hare.

The direction is a relatively secluded path.

Striking around?

Atobe stroked his hair, thinking.

"I want to see what this guy is up to. Come on, Birch."

"wushi!"

As the head of the Ice Emperor Tennis Department, a strong physical fitness is a must. After long-term exercise, the body is extremely agile, and he can easily catch up with his long legs.

Turning around a few quiet alleys, the slightly boiling human voice in the urban area has disappeared like foam submerged in the sea, and even the light has been filtered into a dark green and gloomy color.

Atobe glanced at the black shadow hiding behind the corner from the corner of his eyes, and laughed as if he had realized something: "So did you really get into trouble?"

He has well-trained movements, and his concealment and detection methods are quite clever. Unfortunately, what he encountered was Atobu, who had been used to such things since he was a child, and he was spotted right away.

This level of stalking is not ordinary school violence or disputes. It seems that this kid has something very special about him, or he has provoked someone who cannot be messed with.

Atobe Keigo looked thoughtfully at the figure skillfully hiding in front of him, and thought to himself.

"Birches."

The boy with purple-gray hair gestured to the taciturn attendant who was still behind him with his eyes, implying that he should immediately notify the housekeeper, bodyguard and others to send them their current location.

Unfortunately, before Huadi could make a move, Atobe's eyes suddenly went dark.

A sweet scent with a strange smell came from behind to the nose.

Oops, careless.

There were actually two different waves of people, and he was completely unaware of the wave hiding in the dark.

He bit the tip of his tongue hard, trying to maintain his consciousness, and opened his heavy eyelids.

Huadi over there was also recruited.

Atobe looked at the black-haired kid who was still running calmly ahead.

This guy looks pretty smart, he should be able to escape and call the police.

however,

The last thing Atobe saw before he fell into a coma was

The young man suddenly stood still and turned his head. The faint cat pupils glowed coldly in the darkness, and then he walked towards him without hesitation.

Atobe: "..."

Let's go, I don't need you, a non-gorgeous person, to rescue me.

Guang Zhouyou, who had been placed with high hopes, was still running around pretendingly, feeling happy in his heart.But when I was running, I suddenly felt something was wrong.

Looking back, the world has changed.

"..." Wait a minute, why did these stupid humans tie up the wrong person?

The brown-red window edges outside the warehouse are stained with rust, the dilapidated rust red is corroded by the air, and the silent black hole windows are like beasts that choose to eat people.

After waking up, Atobe opened his eyelids. He quietly felt the surrounding environment and his own state, and then looked to both sides.

The black-haired kid and Huadi are both here, hasn't one of them escaped?Tsk, I am causing trouble to my uncle.

Is this group of people targeting this uncle or this not gorgeous guy?Could it be the trouble my father has gotten into lately?

Atobe, whose mind was spinning rapidly, decided to wake up the people next to him before the kidnapper came back.

I hope this guy won't be scared out of his wits. It's not very gorgeous for this young kid to encounter such a thing. What if he starts to cry uncontrollably after waking her up and invites the kidnappers? ?

As a result, he met Guang Zhou's faint gaze looking at him.

Woke up earlier than him, could it be that his drug resistance is better than this uncle?

Guang Zhou also looked at Atobe who raised his eyebrows and said nothing, speechlessly.

Why was this mole monster and his little follower kidnapped together?He would never pay more for kidnapping two people.

Humans nowadays are too greedy.

Thinking of this, the self-directed and self-acted boy with secondary illnesses sighed deeply.

Atobe lowered his voice and said angrily, "Little devil, what kind of eyes are you looking at?"

Guangzhou turned his head back, staring at the mottled window sill on the other side, ignoring the mole monster whose eyebrows were flying up, "Stupid human being."

A haughty snort.

Atobe will not be so cute like girls.

Atobe narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

The black-haired boy next to him bound his hands behind his back. Even though he was tied up, he still had a very calm aura on his body, maintaining a weird and inappropriate domineering sitting posture, with his head slightly tilted back, as if no one else was there. Allowed, he also wanted to fold his thighs comfortably.

It seems that she shouldn't be emotionally broken, and she can barely be considered gorgeous.

In this case, the chances of successful escape should be much higher.

Atobu tried hard to push down the crossroads on his forehead and looked at Huadi who was still in a coma a little further away. He struggled with the rope behind his back, and it was tied very tightly. .

It seems that the kidnappers came well prepared and very experienced, obviously planning for a long time.

His eyes moved to the dimly lit warehouse. His excellent eyesight allowed him to see every corner mixed with dust and mud in the dim environment, trying to find sharp weapons or tools that could cut the rope.

Suddenly, the door creaked open.

The heavy footsteps seemed extraordinarily loud in the empty space, and the layer after layer of echoes was like a blunt weapon hitting the heart, making people tense up all of a sudden.